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Title: And Third Time Pays For All
By: daasgrrl
Pairing: not!House/Wilson
Rating: G
Word count: 430
Beta: Thanks to evila_elf for the check-through.
Summary: Quickfic post-ep to “Not Cancer”, just because.
And Third Time Pays For All
After Wilson closes the door, he stands facing it for a moment, tense, waiting for the inevitable outburst to follow. Despite his warnings, he knows that House won’t be able to leave it there; he expects the front door to take a good ten minutes of abuse, both verbal and physical, before House finally leaves him alone. But this time he’s wrong. He breathes in, then out, but there’s only silence. Another full minute goes by before he allows the relief to sweep over him.
But when he turns back into the room, he’s stopped short by the sight of the crumpled ball of hundred-dollar bills, lying at his feet in a silent reminder of what he and House have become to each other. Or maybe what they’ve always been to each other, if he’d been honest with himself from the beginning. His first instinct is to get out the dustpan, sweep it straight into the trash and erase all traces of House’s visit for good. But the amount is enough to make him hesitate; he doesn’t care about the money, but it would mean a lot to many people, and it would be stupid and wasteful to throw it away just because it came from the vicious depths of House’s wallet.
After some hesitation, he bends down and scoops the bills up into his left hand. He straightens them out slowly, one by one, remembering House waving them in his face, one of the only times House has ever offered him money instead of taking it. The thought does not make him feel any better. Present or not, House somehow always manages to have the last word. He wonders briefly if his apartment really is bugged, and then dismisses it. It doesn’t matter. He’ll be gone soon enough.
He’s so very tired of House’s endless mind games, and in the end, that’s why he’s going. Leaving the hospital, leaving the area. Leaving the apartment and all its tasteful furnishings, already bereft of most of Amber‘s personal effects. Almost absently, he opens the empty drawer of the nearby lamp table, puts the notes inside. Let somebody else glean a little happiness from House’s idea of friendship.
Amber’s death has finally taught him what his run-ins with Vogler and Tritter had failed to do; that his first loyalty belongs not to House, but to himself. And this time he will not weaken, whatever the cost. His newfound determination is clean and simple, and leaves him no room for anything else; not for pity, or anger, or remorse.
He shuts the drawer softly and walks away.
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Date: 2008-09-26 11:31 am (UTC)Sure, it hurt, but there's also a little bit of truth when Wilson thinks that this is "House's idea of friendship".
Great job.
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Date: 2008-09-26 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-26 12:35 pm (UTC)...And then Wilson found that the money had, somehow, actually come from *his* wallet.
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Date: 2008-09-27 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-26 02:53 pm (UTC)Oh, Wilson. As much as he denies it, as much as he tries, he can't walk away. So very sad.
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Date: 2008-09-27 02:25 am (UTC)This was beautiful but it broke my heart. I'm still crossing my fingers that Wilson is going to come bounding back in with a "JUST KIDDING!" and everything will go back to normal.
I know. It's pathetic. :(
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Date: 2008-09-27 08:51 am (UTC)Thanks. I know, part of me can't believe Wilson has actually had the strength to act the way he's been doing. Gah.
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Date: 2008-09-27 05:37 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-09-27 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-30 01:33 pm (UTC)Sat it so. say that it'll be better...somehow.
It breaks my (black) heart.
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Date: 2008-10-02 09:04 am (UTC)